kellan_the_tabby

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My mother had a big aloe vera plant. My son and I were at her house, and he was playing next to the aloe plant. Somehow he broke off one big long leaf. My mother wrapped a damp paper towel around the bottom of the leaf and put aluminum foil around that, and my son put it in his shirt pocket and we took it home. I put it in water until I could go buy a pot and potting soil, and I planted it, and it grew and grew. It was in one of the bigger windows in our house, and it stayed there, and somehow nobody remembered to water it for about a year. Once I realized that, I watered it. It sent up a very tall stem that had some pale flowers near the top. When we moved to another house, the aloe came with us. It got submerged in sewage-contaminated sea water when Superstorm Sandy came four feet up the walls of the ground floor, and the salt killed it.

Most of the time, plants die when they see me coming. I tried to grow hydroponic watercress, but it took weeks for there to be enough to make one meal of stir-fry. And the flood killed that also. My talents are for machines, not plants.